My portal to another world was fiction.

I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was.

Sometimes it's better not to look back.

If I'd kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

Sometimes you just need to go through a door.

I was here for a reason. There was something I was meant not simply to be, but to do- and it wasn't to run or hide or give up the minute things seemed terrifying and impossible.

I liked this idea: that peculiarness wasn't a deficiency, but an abundance; that it wasn't we who lacked something normals had, but they who lacked peculiarness. That we were more, not less.

Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.

If you must fail ... fail spectacularly!

We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.

There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.

Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?

It would be a sin to help you destroy yourself.

Catch the good point and appreciate it.

I thrive in structure. I drown in chaos.

I think there is a longing in everyone for a personal relationship with God.

I guess I really haven't thought much about winning an Oscar, but if I had the opportunity, I'm sure I would like it.

But the power of instruction is seldom of much efficacy, except in those happy dispositions where it is almost superfluous.

I used to beat myself up about weight and working out, and no matter what I did I never felt good about myself. I decided to accept myself and know that I am good.

Volleyball is like going to church ... many attend, but few understand.

Lincoln was the greatest speaker and he was ridiculed for how he looked, you know?